Tuesday, April 26, 2016





mental delivery

crush ham yr clock deboiled
of flesh's ratty grin a
long crowd splashes at the door
splashes speech blinked
out your stones' quivered air , , ,
was water's gelatinous
gloom ,birds and shot slowly
spinning toward a mouth or
wall .bombs rattling in the
mailboxes

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